The Negro Inside.

Sometimes I find myself in situations where I’ve no idea how they began; for example, yesterday I was in a flat that was my place of residence even though I had no recollection of having ever moved in. The interior was mildly decaying with cracks in the walls...

Telescopic Frequencies.

Last night I visited Brislington, my old flat to be precise. Upon my arrival into my former abode, I realised that I’d inherited a most peculiar tripod mounted telescope! The instrument was of unknown origin and struck me as counter-logical as I’d noted...

And Your Flowers Will Sing.

Returning to childhood territories, I found myself wandering past the old Garden House pub at the end of Pembroke Road. As I came closer to the small block of flats across the road from the pub, I noticed that the ambience was filled with exotic, enchanting  birdsong....
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